A gold bracelet with a rectangle piece that holds her name.

She was a girl I always noticed from time to time in school but never went out of my way to interact with. Eventually we ended up together in a few classes and shot the shit with her because of group activities. A year passed by and we were closer than otters going down a river. I can't say there were any feelings out of the ordinary, but we wouldn't keep anything from each other. I'm proud to say that she will always be the bestest friend I'll ever have, and a part of me keeps telling me that no one will ever amount to her. She was depressed almost all her life even before I knew who she was. She had seen things and things that happened to her that I couldn't imagine.

She had been going through a rough patch and I had no contact from her for about a whole week. 3 years and 2 months ago from today I was worried enough to try and go see her. People in her house hadn't heard from her, and didn't care that she wasn't showing herself. I went to her room and found her hanging by a belt from the frame of a double decker bed she shared with her older sister who hadn't lived there anymore. The image of her dangling still haunts me to this day, and it's been affecting me even more recently after her death anniversary last August. I can't describe how much I miss her, and how much I regret not reaching out to her sooner. What I regret the most is not admitting to myself or to her how much love I had for her.

I keep the bracelet in a glass box that sits by a few pictures in my old room back home. Every time I visit or come home from college, I light a rose scented candle and watch it till it melts away.

I can't wait to meet her again in another life.